UNITY

For the first eight years, I wrote poems by hand.  I'd become known for doing so, so people would come up to me at parties or festivals, and ask me to write them a poem.  This is one of those.  My mom didn't like poetry much, but loved this poem.

 

 


UNITY

Funny thing about borders
is they divide us
but they join us
Like a jig-saw puzzle
in a pile it's a senseless mess
So some hand
with patience enough
to consider each piece
begins
and soon things come together
along the confused contours
of our separation
With a quiet concern
to see the whole
one by one
each fits
and it all makes sense
like a map